It's an 11 paged blow to the gut causing you to reach for your nearest child or pet—exactly what a short story is suppose to deliver. Eric Carney dips his quill into the mud puddles in the rainstorm and wreaks havoc with your emotions. Everyday items and moments remembered from our own past become riddled with darkness only imagined in our nightmares. I used to love the idea of handing down my son's old Spiderman pyjamas to his son, but this story has ruined that dream forever.